Rising from the waves atop a misshapen city of impossible angles and mind-snapping vistas, tentacles the size of ships writhing in ichor, great bellowing leathery wings blasting fetid gales, and an unspeakably alien head bulging with eyes, mouths, and unnameable gaping maws: some refrigerator pasta.


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http://ignatz.buzznet.com/user/video/play/219188/

I was particularly happy to capture the sizzling noises right out of the oven in the big cast iron Dutch oven.

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